Old-school, righteous blues song.
blues
bluesrock
blues guitar
Story behind the song
The minute I left school and got an actual job, I was spending my paychecks on music gear. This is the song I wrote the day I got my first mixer.
Lyrics
In the end, it's all the same
When there's no one else to blame
And you have to face the truth
About the choicers that you made
It's a long way down
When you reach the end
And say: "Hello, Mr Death."
But the reaper's one cool cat
And he knows where it's at
So if you make ammends
And put things right before the end
He'll welcome you
Like an old friend
And say: "Hello, I'm Mr Death."